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Chapter 64 Eliminate Everyone And Hide the Inside Story

Michael adjusted his stance and leapt out of the carriage. The scene outside was already chaos.

Enemies, emerging from the fractured ground, clashed fiercely with the trained soldiers. Sir Ronald battled multiple foes simultaneously, while Michael's father and Baron Kensington fought with intensity.

Carl's shadow magic ensnared and crushed several assassins at once, driving them into the ground.

Drawing his sword, Michael charged into the fray. When an enemy blocked his path, he swiftly ducked and slashed at the man's legs, sending him to the ground screaming. Without hesitation, Michael finished him off before moving on to the next target.

"Hold the defensive line as trained! Form groups of five and drive the enemy back!" Michael shouted.

As more assassins surged forward, Leonardo threw himself into their path, howling in desperation to protect his master. However, he was quickly overwhelmed, and it was Miaomiao who saved him.

[You fool! Why are you rushing in when your ability is confusion magic, you idiot?!]

Now larger than a Siberian tiger, Miaomiao shoved Leonardo aside with her tail before ripping the assassin apart with her claws. Shaking the blood from her paw, she grabbed Michael and flew toward Carl.

Yes, Miaomiao had wings.

Carl barely spared them a glance as he continued to crush assassins with his shadow magic. His relentless assault began to push the enemy back. The soldiers, moving in coordination with Michael's commands, formed a protective circle around the baron and Baron Kensington.

When the battle finally ended, the area fell silent. Michael stepped forward to assess the situation, flanked by Miaomiao and Carl. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Although Marcus's wings had not fully healed, his draconic aggression seemed to boil over, leaving him visibly agitated.

"Is everyone safe?" Michael asked.

Fortunately, there were no fatalities among their party. This was thanks to Miaomiao and Carl's heroics, Michael's leadership, and the combined strength of Sir Ronald and Baron Kensington.

The visibly shaken Baron Crassus rushed toward Michael.

"Are you alright? Grandfather, are you unharmed?"

Carl, unimpressed by Dominic's concern, turned his gaze away. His eyes fell on several captured enemies.

"Well, we've got some survivors. Let's prepare for an interrogation, Michael," he said, his voice dark with intent.

Excited by the prospect, Michael stepped forward, only to have Leonardo block his path.

"My lord! There's no need to dirty your hands. With my confusion magic, I can—"

Leonardo faltered mid-sentence, bewildered by the expression on Michael's face.

"Why is my lord looking at me like that…?"

Although they didn't resort to torture, Leonardo's hypnosis ability proved exceptionally effective and fast. As his crimson-red eyes locked with the assassin's, the latter's pupils dilated and his expression grew vacant.

"Well, did everything go as planned?" Leonardo asked.

"Yes, madam," the assassin replied robotically. "As ordered, we eliminated everyone from Crassus Barony. That brat Michael? We chopped off his limbs, left him writhing pathetically like an insect, and then beheaded him. Everything was done as instructed."

"Is that so? Do you know who I am?" Leonardo's voice carried a probing edge.

"Of course, you're the mistress of the household, aren't you? But don't worry, we assassins guarantee confidentiality as part of our services," the assassin assured him.

"And what household am I mistress of?" Leonardo continued.

"Uh… well, obviously the house of Bishop Orion. Why are you asking this?" the assassin said, puzzled.

"I just wanted to ensure you knew exactly who you were dealing with. I was also curious whether my husband is aware of this operation."

"Oh, right, you did specifically request us to handle this without the bishop's knowledge. Don't worry, I remember it clearly. By the way, about the remaining payment...?"

"Hmm. You'll receive it soon enough. For now, step back ten paces, clean your neck, and wait. Oh, and do you happen to know why I gave this order?"

"I wouldn't know, nor do I need to. All I care about is the payment. Please expedite it, madam," the assassin replied.

Following his instructions, the man obediently stepped back ten paces and began rubbing his neck with his palm, completely entranced.

"Well, it's certainly cleaner than torture, I'll give it that," Michael remarked, clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction. He turned his gaze to Dominic and his grandfather, Carl. The confession suggested that the person behind the assassination was likely the bishop's mistress. If that was true...

Dominic, who had been deep in thought, spoke. "It seems likely that one of the priests or holy knights recently extradited to the Radiant Kingdom is an illegitimate child of the bishop."

Michael nodded. The scenario wasn't surprising. He recalled how in medieval Christianity, such scandals were not uncommon. The Radiant Church in this world was even more corrupt, so the existence of illegitimate offspring among priests and knights wasn't far-fetched.

"If that's the case, they likely intend to eliminate everyone involved and bury the matter entirely," Michael speculated. "They're probably framing this as an individual's misconduct to brush it under the rug."

Dominic chuckled, impressed by his son's quick analysis. "Exactly. It wouldn't be surprising if they're already dead, and we just haven't received word yet."

The baron's assumption was correct.

Several days earlier, Isabella, the long-time mistress of Bishop Orion, had been on the verge of madness after learning that her precious youngest son had been massacred while being extradited to the Radiant Kingdom.

Despite being over sixty, Isabella appeared no older than forty—a stunning beauty with fiery red hair. She lay sprawled across the marble floor, wailing in anguish.

"My lord! I cannot accept this! Why did our dear Orpheus have to die like that? Couldn't you have sacrificed someone else and saved him instead?"

Bishop Orion's face was pale as he grappled with the reality of his son's death. It was especially painful knowing his own actions had led to it.

"Enough! What do you expect me to do about it now? Not just Orpheus, but the entire Seventh Holy Knight Regiment was wiped out. Even the pope's nephew was among the casualties. My hands were tied!" he barked.